"So, you weren't lying about this place leaving you speechless," the young man said, holding his notes behind the camera, and smiling. The lightning setup blinded me for a moment.

"Sorry," I replied laughing, and squinting a little. There were a couple of tears on my face.

"Don't worry, we can edit those parts where you get distracted."

"What was the question again?"

"Had you ever thought about yourself being the director of such an iconic place like this one?"

He was a young reporter working for a YouTube project. We were both sitting in the interior of a big, beautiful library. The shelves, the doors, the three floors and everything else was perfectly carved out of red cedar from thousands of years ago, and the scent in the air was a mix of wood, dust and paper. The lightning setup intensified the baroque style of the interior, and the few decorations of gold shined splendidly.

"Never. I was actually a musician, you know? But things got weird, and in a moment of impulse, I decided to study linguistics. I... never thought about myself as someone impulsive... but... by... Sorry. By the time I finished my studies I was already receiving several collaboration opportunities because of the thesis I wrote."

"One of those opportunities came from here."

"Exactly. I enslaved myself to this place, working with the digitalisation of some of the oldest literary works in the world. Before the former director passed away, she had already made her mind up about me being her replacement."

"Now, I want to ask if there's a chance for you to show us your favourite book in this vast collection."

"Well of course! Follow me to the third floor." I stood up and felt the gun inside my pocket, and abruptly stopped. "Uh-oh."

"Is everything fine?"

"Yes, I think I stood up too fast. I feel very dizzy..."

Fireball started to come out from the young man's phone in a midi rendition.

"Uh, do you need water or something? I'm sorry, I have to take this call. Sir? Sir! Is everything fine?!"